Hahaha)Aur ye sunnte hi sanju rone lagiSanju: itni pyaari baat aajtak kisi ne nahi ki…Bhavesh roz meri mazak udata hai ki main pehele jaisi slim nah.... Kehta hai ki mujhse shaadi karke pachhta raha hai…Main itni moti hu kya?Aur itna bolte hi woh mujhe hug kar baithi…Uske boobs mere chest pe thayUski gori gori kamar poori dikh rahi thiAur iss beech mera lund uchhal raha tha and maano main jannat main hu aisa lag raha tha.Me: nahi nahi aunty aap bohot hi achche dikhte ho…Aaj bhi kaafi ladke aap. That's not to say that Auntie raised me poorly...only much differently! I'm sure the reader will better understand as my story unfolds. Auntie had herself been brought-up in a fatherless household. My grandfather had run away leaving my grandmother to raise their two young daughters all by herself. Granny, after her husband left her, became a very disillusioned and spiteful woman, hating all men and teaching her two daughters that men, as a gender, should never be trusted. Somehow my mother. Then her tongue and lips focused on my head. She sucked the head into her mouth and with her tongue swirled around it getting it all nice and wet. Then with her hand, which was also all soaped in her pussy juice, she had been fingering herself, rubbed it over my head and then down my shaft. Then she plunged the head back into her mouth right to deep-throat. My cock hit the back of her throat causing her to choke. Her tightening throat felt so good. “Oh Baby, Don’t stop that ever!” I told. As he did, his erection was obvious and tented the front of his grey sweats. He reached around her again and they embraced as she nuzzled his neck and he pushed himself urgently into her.I wanted to keep walking, I never thought of myself as a voyeur but I couldn’t move.They separated and she reached down between them, flattening her hand and dragging it up along his length.He jumped and involuntarily thrust his hips forward as her fingers grazed the tip and gave the head a little squeeze.He.